da weekend
Friday night was spent putting seats together once again. Ol' Larry-Lar came over and we worked our heinies off. I will be so glad when that part's over! Getting high off Lemon Lysol has worn me out, heh. We were up late that night.
Saturday I slept for a while, then had to go out to Macomb CC to give Michael the remainder of the money in his/my account and for me to get the ATM card back. (I'm keeping the account to throw retirement savings in it.) He was up at dance practice and I had to meet him because he needed the cash soon to get gas. Let me back-track a sec. His old Grand Am his mom bought him died on him while he was living in Roseville with a friend. Some neighbor called the cops and said the car had been in the driveway for 3 weeks without moving. The cops told Mike he had to move it in 24 hours or they'd tow it. It was totally not operational, and he couldn't put it in the garage at the place so the only thing he could do is call the junkyard and they took it away for $35. Sucks. Lucky a sister of one of the girls at the house got a new car and gave him her old 91 Sundance. It's a little bit of a pile but at least it works and thank God he didn't have to pay a cent for it. I hope it lasts! So anyway, money's tight for him, they are giving him less hours at work, he can't afford his school books and he might move back in with his gramps. Poor kid. I hope he makes it OK. I guess his mom got a job and she says she'll give him money but I'll believe it when I see it, drunk-ass!
I got home, Matt met me there and we went to Rochester for the Art & Apples Festival. Too bad u didn't go with us, Jen. LOTS AND LOTS of artists. Almost too many to see. Tents set up downtown, then more in the park. Tons of art but few apples. What the hell? They shoved Yates in a corner this year. We were too tired to go back for donuts and cider from them, which sucks cause it's the shizz. There was a woman whose company, The New Homestead, makes cool jewelry and home accents out of antique silverware. I fell in love with the bracelets she had and ended up buying one made from a 1928 silverware pattern. Simple but elegant. Like I needed to spend the money but it was wow and so unique.
I also thought the woman who runs Scan-Art had a great thing going... she grows her own flowers, cuts them, puts them on her scanner, then sends the scans to a high-end printer to capture the colors on paper. WOW were they awesome.
After the art show, I was gonna nap but decided to take some frames back to Michaels that I didn't need and look for new ones. I have cute Ralph Burch martini girls that are going up on my walls, plus my Detroit photos so I went frame shopping. More cleaning and seat work at night.
Sunday I went downtown with Matt to his friend's group's rally. "Bubbles Not Rubble" was the theme. A "flocking" if you will, not far from Comerica Park where everyone blows tons of bubbles and causes a little bit of a scene, trying to have fun and raise awareness about the rotting awesome skyscrapers downtown. One guy wrote messages in chalk on the cement, like "How can you 'hang out' in a parking lot?" "Bland = Boring" and "Look up and around you" "Save Detroit's buildings!" It was fun, and fun to see everyone's reactions, but since it was my first "demonstration" I felt like a crazy hippie a bit, hee hee. Especially when Josh W. and Dawg walked by on their way to the Tigers game. =) They were surprised to see me. I did get some really cool photos of the United Artists theater with its eerie graffiti window paintings in every window, downtown TURTL tags, and the mansions of Boston Edison, an affluent neighborhood in Detroit. (Including my friend Matt's house he's renting.) You really have to see photos of these mansions. See, Detroit CAN be beautiful and safe!
I dilly dallied on the way home from Matt's, and hit a few stores on Woodward in Ferndale to browse. I have this shopping "hunting" instinct that's hard to turn off, but I don't really buy anything. Didn't see much. The Record Time there had lots of good used CDs, but nothing I wanted.
My brother came over to watch my cable TV (my parents never had it and nothing's on on Sunday). He was in heaven when COPS was on for 2 full hours, ha. He should be a cop, since he knows the lifestyle well (LOL) and has interest in them. Ron came over later (kinda sick, poor baby) so I cooked them dinner before we all got to work on another row of seats.
Today I was dog tired at work because I stayed up late doing house cleaning Sunday night, then went online. My online addiction is back. I have 3 hours of sleep under my belt, felt like shit all day and almost passed out in the all-company meeting this morning (it was worthless anyway but I couldn't keep my eyes open). Kept alive with Mountain Dew and regular coffee + hot chocolate. But here I am again! I've seen all of my friend Gary's MI movie theater updates on his site and ran into an anonymous Detroit blog of photography and abandoned building exploration once again. Just loving it. Larry was over again tonight, so now we have 4 rows clean but only 3 1/2 rows put together (need to buy more bolts) and steam cleaned some aisle carpeting.
I can't keep my eyes open any longer now, so I am gonna go... holy crap I want to dieeee!
Saturday I slept for a while, then had to go out to Macomb CC to give Michael the remainder of the money in his/my account and for me to get the ATM card back. (I'm keeping the account to throw retirement savings in it.) He was up at dance practice and I had to meet him because he needed the cash soon to get gas. Let me back-track a sec. His old Grand Am his mom bought him died on him while he was living in Roseville with a friend. Some neighbor called the cops and said the car had been in the driveway for 3 weeks without moving. The cops told Mike he had to move it in 24 hours or they'd tow it. It was totally not operational, and he couldn't put it in the garage at the place so the only thing he could do is call the junkyard and they took it away for $35. Sucks. Lucky a sister of one of the girls at the house got a new car and gave him her old 91 Sundance. It's a little bit of a pile but at least it works and thank God he didn't have to pay a cent for it. I hope it lasts! So anyway, money's tight for him, they are giving him less hours at work, he can't afford his school books and he might move back in with his gramps. Poor kid. I hope he makes it OK. I guess his mom got a job and she says she'll give him money but I'll believe it when I see it, drunk-ass!
I got home, Matt met me there and we went to Rochester for the Art & Apples Festival. Too bad u didn't go with us, Jen. LOTS AND LOTS of artists. Almost too many to see. Tents set up downtown, then more in the park. Tons of art but few apples. What the hell? They shoved Yates in a corner this year. We were too tired to go back for donuts and cider from them, which sucks cause it's the shizz. There was a woman whose company, The New Homestead, makes cool jewelry and home accents out of antique silverware. I fell in love with the bracelets she had and ended up buying one made from a 1928 silverware pattern. Simple but elegant. Like I needed to spend the money but it was wow and so unique.
I also thought the woman who runs Scan-Art had a great thing going... she grows her own flowers, cuts them, puts them on her scanner, then sends the scans to a high-end printer to capture the colors on paper. WOW were they awesome.
After the art show, I was gonna nap but decided to take some frames back to Michaels that I didn't need and look for new ones. I have cute Ralph Burch martini girls that are going up on my walls, plus my Detroit photos so I went frame shopping. More cleaning and seat work at night.
Sunday I went downtown with Matt to his friend's group's rally. "Bubbles Not Rubble" was the theme. A "flocking" if you will, not far from Comerica Park where everyone blows tons of bubbles and causes a little bit of a scene, trying to have fun and raise awareness about the rotting awesome skyscrapers downtown. One guy wrote messages in chalk on the cement, like "How can you 'hang out' in a parking lot?" "Bland = Boring" and "Look up and around you" "Save Detroit's buildings!" It was fun, and fun to see everyone's reactions, but since it was my first "demonstration" I felt like a crazy hippie a bit, hee hee. Especially when Josh W. and Dawg walked by on their way to the Tigers game. =) They were surprised to see me. I did get some really cool photos of the United Artists theater with its eerie graffiti window paintings in every window, downtown TURTL tags, and the mansions of Boston Edison, an affluent neighborhood in Detroit. (Including my friend Matt's house he's renting.) You really have to see photos of these mansions. See, Detroit CAN be beautiful and safe!
I dilly dallied on the way home from Matt's, and hit a few stores on Woodward in Ferndale to browse. I have this shopping "hunting" instinct that's hard to turn off, but I don't really buy anything. Didn't see much. The Record Time there had lots of good used CDs, but nothing I wanted.
My brother came over to watch my cable TV (my parents never had it and nothing's on on Sunday). He was in heaven when COPS was on for 2 full hours, ha. He should be a cop, since he knows the lifestyle well (LOL) and has interest in them. Ron came over later (kinda sick, poor baby) so I cooked them dinner before we all got to work on another row of seats.
Today I was dog tired at work because I stayed up late doing house cleaning Sunday night, then went online. My online addiction is back. I have 3 hours of sleep under my belt, felt like shit all day and almost passed out in the all-company meeting this morning (it was worthless anyway but I couldn't keep my eyes open). Kept alive with Mountain Dew and regular coffee + hot chocolate. But here I am again! I've seen all of my friend Gary's MI movie theater updates on his site and ran into an anonymous Detroit blog of photography and abandoned building exploration once again. Just loving it. Larry was over again tonight, so now we have 4 rows clean but only 3 1/2 rows put together (need to buy more bolts) and steam cleaned some aisle carpeting.
I can't keep my eyes open any longer now, so I am gonna go... holy crap I want to dieeee!